Your Love Awakens Me
Most folks do not like change. In fact, people will go out of their way to avoid change…not that that makes sense, since to avoid the change, they have to change their routine, but there you have it. Change can bring out the worst in people. Like “just woke up, haven’t had coffee, and no, I will not retract my claws until I GET said coffee” bad. On the other hand, change can bring out what’s hidden, buried deep in our stagnant “don’t wanna change, can’t make me” hearts. God has a way with us, bringing about the change we need gently, lovingly, like the father He is. Sometimes that change hurts, like when we need to drop some bad habit we’re caught up in but would rather keep on doing. Sometimes it’s simpler, like when we decide to do something that we should have been doing all along (unless that something is running, which is not simple, nor enjoyable, so NOT GONNA HAPPEN!). Either way, God is faithfully chipping away at our rough exteriors, like a sculptor working on His masterpiece. The more He chips away, though painful it may be, the more we start to look like who He wants us to look like…Jesus.
I woke up this morning after some dreadfully horrid sleep. I remember having some weird dream, which seemed to go on all night. It was something about me having to defend my home from marauding aliens using nothing but Lego weapons. Weird does not begin to describe it. Needless to say, when my alarm went off, I was NOT happy about it. But, I had to get up and go work out (no, I did not go running, elliptical machine FTW). I dragged myself out of bed, noticed the lack of alien blood I had feverishly spilled the night before (underestimate a Lego blaster at your peril), and got dressed for my workout. I usually workout to music, so I had my phone tuned to K-love this morning. I start my workout, and Phil Wickham’s “Your Love Awakens Me” started playing. “Ohh, yeah, this is my JAM” went through my mind…followed by another thought immediately afterwards…God’s love is what woke me up today. He didn’t have to wake me up. I could have died in my sleep, a safe could have fallen from the sky and landed on me, I could have died a thousand different ways, having never awoken again. But God…
I have no idea what Phil Wickham had in mind when he penned the lyrics to that song, but that’s what came to my mind. I don’t know if he was thinking that those lyrics work on multiple levels of life…that God wakes us up each morning, where His mercies are new every day, and that when we hear His call on our lives and respond, He awakens our spirits by filling us with His. I have no idea what Mr. Wickham intended, but I know what God intended for me to hear. God was chiseling on me this morning, removing the parts of me that don’t fit in with His picture of who I’m supposed to look like. Ohh, yeah, the workout was good too.
Isa 64:8 Yet LORD, You are our Father; we are the clay, and You are our potter; we all are the work of Your hands.(HCSB)
Your love is greater
Your love is stronger
Your love awakens
Awakens
Awakens me
Your love is greater
Your love is stronger
Your love awakens
Awakens
Awakens me
And there you have it.
~Trent
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